BUT, THEN --|
— and, if the hills were forested
there might be logs of some size
That, stacked, would make cabin walls
Beneath these blue mountain skies.
— and, if, long ago a seed
Had begun a mighty Oak,
Furniture might grace those rooms
In styles the Oak did evoke.
— and, if I found some mighty Spruce,
That could provide nice firewood
I might cut and split a few.
And, I probably could.
— But, then, if I looked ahead,
Reconsidering my duty,
I might leave the forest untouched
So others can enjoy the beauty.
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